He's no good at keeping secrets, maybe, but he also hasn't been all that social lately. It seems reasonable until she gets to the last part, biting his lip against an unwelcome reaction. Pay attention to the eggs, he's reminding himself, swallowing past a dry patch in his throat. "Miscarriage?" His voice sounds tinny and small. Though he didn't even know this child existed until about five minutes ago, now the prospect of losing it is almost too much to bear. That's not going to happen to his kid, he won't even entertain the possibility.